My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 648

As soon as she finished her call, Benjamin Gomez slipped his arm around Isabella’s shoulders and guided her toward the bedroom.

Ashley Gomez shared the master bedroom with Benjamin, where they usually slept.

But as they reached the doorway, Isabella stopped abruptly, her body tense with suspicion. “No. I’m not staying in there with you.”

Benjamin gave a quiet laugh. “Does it really matter?”

Isabella shrugged off his hand, voice firm and unyielding. “Absolutely not. You said I was to keep Ashley company—not you.”

Benjamin’s smile faded a little. “I won’t touch you.”

“That’s not the point,” Isabella shot back, her tone sharp. “You asked me to be with Ashley. Not with you.”

His eyes narrowed. “Still saving yourself for Andrew Lane?”

“That’s none of your business,” she retorted coldly.

Benjamin held her gaze for a long moment before, finally, he let go. “Fine. You go in. I’ll leave.”

***

The next evening, Emily Blair met Rose Ward at a corner café. Rose had brought along every medical report and diagnosis for Isabella Austin’s grandmother, compiled over the years by a parade of specialists Isabella had hired. She’d also included the most recent reports from the city hospital.

Emily passed the stack directly to the attorney beside her.

The lawyer’s assessment was thorough. “Based solely on these documents, we can’t pin the blame on Isabella as the main perpetrator. At most, the medical team could be held responsible. If you had records—messages, audio, video, bank transfers—showing Isabella instructing the doctors, then we’d have something to take to court.”

Rose frowned, frustrated. “She hired all these doctors for Angela. Isn’t that suspicious enough?”

The lawyer shook his head regretfully. “The law requires a much tighter chain of evidence. Just hiring someone doesn’t make Isabella legally responsible for harming Angela. She wasn’t directly involved in the diagnoses either. If we submitted evidence this flimsy, the court might order Isabella to pay compensation out of humanitarian concern, but there’s no grounds for criminal charges.”

Rose’s brow furrowed deeper. “Then what are we supposed to do?”

Emily asked, “So, you haven’t found any concrete evidence?”

Rose shook her head. “I’ve known her for years, but we’re not close. She keeps her guard up and never confides in me. She wouldn’t let slip a thing about something like this.”

Emily was brisk. “Then we focus on the doctors for now. We’ll work our way up from there.”

The attorney nodded. “I’ll organize the evidence over the next few days and file with the court. The discrepancies in the diagnoses are significant—at the very least, the doctors will have to answer for that.”

“Thank you,” Emily said.

After the lawyer left, Rose bit her lip. “What do we do after that?”

Emily tapped her fingers on the table, then pulled out a folder from her bag containing the full profiles of every doctor involved.

Once her grandmother was admitted to the ER, Emily sat on a bench outside, waiting anxiously. She texted Elizabeth updates, and Elizabeth replied almost immediately. Emily sent a few reassuring messages back.

By then it was nearly 1 a.m.—the hospital was quiet, the halls hushed. Emily leaned against the back of the bench and closed her eyes for a moment of rest.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out. Doctors and nurses hurried past her, rushing toward the elevator.

She opened her eyes just in time to see the elevator doors slide open. A gurney was wheeled out, carrying a man soaked in blood. A swarm of medical staff surrounded him, steering him into an emergency room.

Before Emily could look away, she caught a glimpse of Andrew Lane and Dennis Lane stepping out of the other elevator.

Dennis, looking pale and weak, clung to Andrew, his head resting on Andrew’s shoulder, arms limply draped around his neck. He was clearly unwell.

Andrew spotted Emily and hesitated for a moment, but she simply looked away, unperturbed.

About fifteen minutes later, Emily’s grandmother was wheeled out of the ER. The doctor explained that she’d collapsed due to a stroke, a risk at her age, and would need to stay in the hospital for observation and further tests. If all went well, she could go home in a few days.

Emily thanked the doctor repeatedly, then spent a long while helping settle her grandmother into a room.

She hadn’t meant to overhear Andrew and Dennis, but it happened by chance when she went to the staff kitchen to get some hot water.

“Where did Mom go? Why isn’t she back yet?”